Wild Wild West

My wonderfully strange boyfriend. In the past week or so he patiently drove us a bajillion miles through five states over six days. We finally got home Monday afternoon. I just wanted to unwind with a glass of wine. What did he do? Unloaded, unpacked, cleaned the floors, got a load of laundry in the wash and then started playing with his new toy. A Shark vacuum cleaner. He looked SO happy as he sucked up cat hair with it around the living room. I swear, I would have a cult following if I started a cleaning porn web site featuring this hot man. All the other single moms would be super into it.

The rest of this week hasn’t been so swell. Turns out my son has scoliosis. It runs in our family. His may need correction. Our pediatrician referred us to a specialist and I booked the earliest appointment possible - nearly two months away. And then our home internet went down. Tuesday morning. CenturyLink still doesn’t have it back up (I’m writing this from our neighborhood library). But they’re sending a tech out. SUNDAY. Too late for my son. He leaves for Canada tomorrow to spend a few weeks with his grandparents. And today I was behind had a frantic last minute push to get this “Consent Letter for Children Travelling Abroad” - from the Canadian government - filled out, signed by both parents and notarized. I DID IT. Phew.

How about five good things? Or maybe five slightly less depressing / frustrating / anxiety-inducing things.

I’ve been following some friends’ Scandinavian adventures this past week. They started in my beloved Iceland before working their way to Norway. They are currently attending a nordic music fest - featuring KRAFTWERK! So jealous. But at least they are thoroughly documenting it all on twitter, vine, Facebook and flickr.